Loose Ends (open to anyone) Nar-Shadaa

[SophiaM]

It was risky bussiness coming to the Smuggler's Moon when you have a bounty on your head placed there by one of the fattest, greediest Hutts in the sector. But Suzie had to get this bussiness sorted out before she made a commitment to the Midnight Men. She'd docked her fighter under one of her many false identities and headed for the swoop tracks. Dima loved nothing more than to watch and laugh as poor men gambled away all their credits on the rigged races while those credits stacked themselves so neatly in Dima's vault. Suzie stopped to check her reflection in one of the expansive mirrored windows that lined this section of the viewing platforms. She hated wearing helmets with full face masks, but this old suit of armour was all she could get at the Dugg's shop when she stopped on Tattooine on her way here. The visor reflected her reflection from the window creating a strange effect on the mirrored glass. Her usual black and pink armour was now folded neatly in her ship while she wore a drab maroon and brown suit designed for high temperature envornments. The sounds from the track and betting booths filtered in through the two way communication system built into the helmet, everything sounded hollow and empty to her now. She shook her head, felt the weight of her new rifle in her arms and made her way to the lifts at the end of the platform.

 

[SophiaM]

Getting to the lifts was one thing, getting into the lifts was another. They were guarded by four Gammorians, two Ubese and a rather annoyed looking Quarren. Koptick, the Quarren, had been Dima's personal assistant for as long as Suzie could remember, and Dima never went to the tracks without him. At the moment Koptick seemed to be trying to get one of the Gammorians to do something, quite what she couldn't tell, it seemed to involve a droid arm and a canister of industrial lubricant. The Gammorian scratched it's head and grunted. Well, here goes nothing. She thought to herself as she straightened her back and headed for the lift doors.

 

[Phil]

Somehow, the Trandoshan always wound up back on Nar Shadda, always there to seek out prey. The work he found on Coruscant was hardley worth his time, and he got out of that system just in time before a war broke out between the two dominant religions of the Galaxy went to try to kill eachother. He arrived back on Nar Shadda about a day ago, heading for one of the local Hutt Crime Bosses. They always had something Xentar could do for them, and it usualy involved feeding his blades. As always, he bore his heavy green battle armor and helm, his blades tucked in his gauntlets and his long rifle strapped and folded in on his back. Time to pay the Fat Slug a visit...

 

[SophiaM]

Suzie sauntered by the Gammorians and the two Ubese, she'd almost reached the lift door when Koptic shoved the droid arm and lubricant into the arms of the Gammorian and stopped Suzie from going any further.

Hey. You can't go up there. Who do you think you are? You have to have a personal invitation from Dima to get up to the private boxes.

Suzie shrugged his hand off her shoulder and almost shoulder barged him out of the way. Speaking through the voice modulator she'd installed in the helmet she said.

You've got some nerve squid face! I've got a message for that bag of fat from none other than Violent Violet. Now get the hell outta my way before I show that Gammorian just what he can do with that arm and lube!

 

[Imperator]

Kira snuck slowly along a ledge not to far from the tracks of Nar Shadaa. She had come here to watch the races, but she had run into some problems with some hutt when she won a few too many bets. The hutt had sent a pair of thugs to take her out and relieve her of her credits. Now, she new that when the hutt found out that he had lost a small pile of credits and a pair of thugs he would want to make an example of her. Kira would not be able to wonder the galaxy as she pleased with a bounty on her head. Therefore she needed to convince the hutt to not put a bounty on her head. That was her reason for now trying to sneak through the jungle of metal that is Nar Shadaa to get to his personal box.

 

[Phil]

Xentar wasent very far from the armored sentient he spotted talking to the Quarren. Word was that the Slug was here at the tracks, and he would seek him out here. He wasent far from the doorman, but he could still hear that the other one there made a rather amusing threat towards the Quarren. Just another example of the people here on Nar Shadda, always one to never show anything charming. If the Doorman could be intimidated by something like that, Xentar had little to worry on getting a meeting with the SLug, and continued foward towards the small group...

 

[Green Ranger]

'Ohohohoho...' the deep rumbling vibrated through everyone in the box like an earthquake the typical deep bass-filled rumble of a Hutt's greedy laughter shaking the entire room. Kal himself, sitting close to the slimy lizard...slug...thing, faked a half-smile at the joke the Hutt had just made. Usually foul tempered, Dima was having a whale of a time, winnings after endless winnings piling high in his account as his bets so coincidentally paid out time after time. Still, as 'business partners', to reject the Hutt's offer of his private box on the swoop track would basically have signed a death warrant on Kal's own head.

Meanwhile, the Echani's head was racing faster than any swoop ever could, his mind whirring as he considered opportunity after opportunity, each not right to him. Something told the seemingly legitimate businessman that another, better opportunity lay just around the corner. And, when that happened, Kal would make his move, and Nar Shadaa would never be the same again...

 

[SophiaM]

With relative ease Koptic let Suzie past and into the lift. It was only one floor up and why there weren't any stairs she had no idea. The doors opened to reveal a large room, one entire wall was made up of plastisteel so that you could have a good view of the tracks. Monitors lined the other walls and tables for more detailed viewing and electronic betting. The room was littered with hangers on and slave girls tending to Dima's every need. Suzie noted one person in particular with shocking white hair. She headed over to the dias where Dima sat laughing, his gelatinous body rippling in a most unpleasent way.

Whosa dis?

He bellowed to one of his personal aids. The voice filter on Suzie's helmet crackled into life to mask her voice.

I come to collect a bounty. The one on Violent Violet Suzie.

Da bountee was forr her alive. Shesa not here.

 

[Phil]

After seeing the armored sentient ahead of him go in the lift with ease, Xentar stepped foward, and the Quarren stopped him as well. Informing him he was a Bounty Hunter, and "persuading" him to let him use the lift, he was granted it. Pushing aside a Gamarorian that was too close to the Trandoshan, he entered the lift, his green, metal boots making thuds against the metal floor. Punching in the right button, the lift accended upwards to where the Slug was...

 

[Green Ranger]

Kal's eyes narrowed only partially as he stood up slowly, brushing various crumbs of food that had landed on his clothes off before looking deep into the reflective visored helm of the bounty hunter speaking to the Hutt. While his gaze towards the armored figure was the same as any other he would give, it retained its usual intensity as he looked the armor up and down. Something was not right here...the way the hunter had walked in seemed almost off, as if the person inside was still adjusting to the wight of the suit. But then, why buy such a heavy suit of armor that covered ones entire body in such an environment? Kal himself had opted for lighter, roughspun clothing during his stay on the dusty world, but this person had gone the opposite direction.

They had obviously and purposefully concealed their identity, and for a reason.

Pieces began clicking into place for Kal, though he did not move, nor did he make any change of mannerisms to give away what possible information he had gathered from the very appearance, walk and stance of the armored person...no, he would stay still for now, and continue watching the bounty hunter. He would let the armored figure play their cards first before revealing his own hand...

 

[Imperator]

Kira swung deftly from a pipe going between two buildings and managed to grasp a group of thick wires running down the side of the Hutt's building. She shimmied down the wires to the second floor and leaped through a small window. Inside the Hutt's building Kira moved quickly and quietly, easily avoiding the occasional Gamorrean guard who was hired for his muscles and not his brains. Soon she found herself one floor down and only a few meters from the door leading to the Hutt. Now all she needed was a way inside.

"Well if nothing else this has been fun so far." Kira said under her breath as she tried to figure out how to get past the last couple guards.

 

[Phil]

The elevator doors opened, and the Trandoshan Bounty Hunter emerged from it. Most sentients there noticed him, but others were occupied with other things. It was hard to tell what he was under his armor, but his stance and his three fingered hands would tell anyone who could see through armors would know what spieces he was.

Most of the sentients around the Hutt's presence were some of the most vile and disgusting kind he's seen recently. How could anyone swear loyalty to something so grotesque was something not even Xentar could understand. He sought money, and Hutts always had some. He scanned the room, picking out many Gamorrean guards and one, large, ugly Hutt.

 

[Green Ranger]

A minor eyebrow twitch was all that Kal allowed upon the arrival of yet another uninvited guest. The problem was, Kal himself could only see half of the board. He knew where his pieces lay, but his opposition's pieces lay hidden, their subtle maneuvres beyond the Echani's sight. There was increasing amounts of evidence that suggested the Hutt would die today, but Dima himself was blind to the board, an illusion cast over his eyes to reveal nothing but friends and subordinates. The price of pride would be high, for the Hutt.

Immediately Kal's keen eyes noticed the new entrant, scanning him up and down with little more than an uncaring glance. The three-fingered hands gave away much information, but the real betrayal as to the identity was in the feet - noone could mistake the feet of a Trandoshan, even in armor.

Swiftly, Kal allowed himself a quick, purposeful blink - in the moment his eyes were closed, his Echani senses kicked in, playing out the battle as it currently stood. Satisfied as his eyes drew open once more, Kal returned to his steely gaze of the first armored figure.

 

[Cailst]

Micke had been bored for the past couple of months. He had been doing nothing but sitting back in his home and working on Kamino. His boredom had been accumulating money as his job made good money and he had been doing little.

So he decided that a vacation would be nice, the wookiees would be pleased and his assassin droid would have use. So, he decided that Nar Shadda would be a good planet to visit. It would have gambling, drinking, and an occasional bounty or two.

That day, Micke would have a bounty to work on. Apparently, someone didn't like one of the hutts and Micke signed up. His wookiees and assassin droid would be of great help in the fight.

As he walked into the compound, it seemed like it was a bit easy as if someone had been there before but his wookiees were able to polish off some of the Gammoreans that remained.

 

[Rev]

The bulk of steel known as HK-54 slowly walked behind Micke, its Assassin's Rifle relaxed and pointed downward at no immediate threat. It's head pulsed back and forth as its sensors picked up any signs of motion or immediate danger.

"Query: What is it we are doing here master?"

"Statement: It is good to finally get off that rechid planet with all the water Master, it was driving my processor crazy. My motherboard thanks you."

 

[Cailst]

"Well, I heard a bounty was on some Hutt so I thought it would be nice to make enough money so we actually profit from this vacation. Plus, it's a test of some of the equipment that the Red Skulls gave me when I was in their service." Micke said as he advanced further into the compound.

Looking around a corner, he saw a large gathering of Gammoreans ahead. Though there was quite a group, Micke was confident in the capacities of both his wookiees and droid and himself. He then turned around to his followers.

"There are some Gammoreans ahead," Micke said hoping that they would be ready to give the pigs something to die over.

 

[Rev]

The Assassin droid's processor almost went ballistic at the sound of it's bringing of death. The countless possibilities began to run through the droids Assassin module and Anatomy library. Reaching into its memory core it activated the renewable shield and took a look of its own around the corner. Counting out 9 of the pigs in under a second thanks to it's view being through a sensor and not flesh like the human.

"Advisory: My sensors count 9 of the 'Pigs' Master"

"Suggestion: A fragmentation grenade has a 78% probability of killing more than 3 'Pigs' Master"

 

[Cailst]

"Then here it goes," Micke said quietly as he tossed the frag grenade at the pigs.

The wookiees then moved to the corner and began a volley of bowcaster bolts before they pulled back into cover. Though he wasn't sure of the damage, Micke was sure that the pigs would be nearly dead and that the HK would have absolutely no problem dealing with the remainder. Then, the advancement to the hutt would largely be cleared.

 

[Imperator]

Before Kira could come up with a plan to bypass the last guards there was a loud explosion and a series of blaster shots. She then peaked around the corner slightly and saw that most if not all the guards were dead. She brought her head back behind cover without bothering to check on what had killed them. It was also immediately apparent that her plan to get her bounty preemtively removed just got more complicated.

 

[Phil]

Xentar's helmet sensors went off as soon as the explosion went off and the squeels of the dying gammoreans.

Explosion Detected.

Shots Fired.

Minimal Casualties.

Both of Xentar's blades shot out from his gauntlets, and he scanned the area for anyone who was the fault of this situation. Perhaps the Hutt would be pleased with Xentar if he captured or killed who ever caused this disruption.